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Arthur Vaso Apr 26
I do not like them
not at all
I refuse to pay, take the fall
Oh Dear Canada please build us a wall


I tried to cross the border
no success, they said I have to pay
what?
tariffs they said
oh my, oh my for me? why?
you are ugly
we have a 25% tariff on ugly Canadians
I was shocked, as that's a lot
I showed them my passport again
please reconsider?
they looked and said *** do you not have a mirror?
for you is times three, 75%

All my mirrors broke and cracked long ago
what could I say?

No Ugly America for me
Arthur Vaso Apr 20
Time for a feast
she looked over and exclaimed
oh my! look at that fat ugly cow
sitting here
I much prefer goats
Are vows, declarations not allowed?
I left the table sad
went outside
staring at the  butterfly
sitting on my nose
Arthur Vaso Apr 17
Now there is a tariff on all things
even a Trump cap is $1,295.00 now
says "Make America Great Again"
yet you say what? made in China?

Too my American friends I say sorry
I am left with no choice
to read my poems I must impose
a 224% tariff
on each and every verse
I feel bad
however I have to defend my land
every moose, every bear, every goose
loonies and ducks matter too
no more real maple syrup for you

If for any reason
you can not afford such high tariffs
I will accept a bottle of wine
it must come from France
I am poor but do have taste
Hey, I am not joking about the wine, send me Wine!!!! LOL oh an edit, from Bekka Valley or Australia is fine as well!!!
Arthur Vaso Apr 13
Along the river bank
on a sweltering day
there she was, shining in radiant beauty
lariviere quenched her thirst
her timid smile, gentle touch
personified kindness in tranquility
the desire of many men over time
for she was not one woman
she was a piece of history
re-incarnated many times over
you may have known her as Hind Al-Husseini
who cared for the children of the Nakba
passionate for the plight of all women
her history and roots she proudly expressed
with a museum of folklore, all impressed
Then there was Hind Shoufani
who learnt love from burnt villages
we are all tired, always though in the hearts
love falasteen

re-incarnated yet again
as Hind Rajab
an innocent child
like Jesus feared by evil
and those with power
shot this child over 300 times
sixty bullets for every year of her life
a gentle life stolen by the star of David
of course there was Rostom of the Nile
whose sensual moves so captured the eye
she remained a mystery to most
the humble and shy often do
passant hind at the rivers edge
red hair blowing in the breeze
sadness of the world, a suffocating heat
on the other side of the river
was it my imagination?
or did I see a small smile?
HIND RAJAB
She was born in 2018, she was almost 6 years old when she was staying with her uncle, an evacuation order forced them to leave west Gaza early in January 2024, and it was hard to do that with Zionists Troops all round, there were 6 of them in the car when they were attacked by a Zionist tank, four were killed when her cousin called the Red Crescent begging for help and during the call the tank fired at them and the call was ended, Red Crescent tried to call them again but this time Hind answered cuz her 15 years old cousin was dead, she begged for someone to rescue her, she begged the Red Crescent operator to stay with her on the phone and never hangs up, they stayed like this for hours as they were trying to get a permission from the Zionists Army to send an ambulance to save Hind, the Palestine authority gave them the green light and when the ambulance finally arrived and while they were in touch with the head office and Hind, the tank fired at them and all calls were Lost, after 2 weeks the damaged car and ambulance were found, all were dead .. The Zionists denied having any troops around that area, as they always lie, but the evidence is clear, the car was hit by more than 300 bullets, and the satellites imagery by an independent investigator group from the UK proved that the tank was so close to the car, as Hind said, and it was clear they knew what they were doing but for more than a year, the US ex department kept backing the Zionists with their fake investigation and of course the current one will never even care about it, but we should be rest assured cuz the ones who committed this war crime are the ones investigating it, I think we owe an apology for all serial killers which never had the chance to investigate their own crimes, but what we've been witnessing in the last few months is enough to tell us the true face of the western world and the lies we believed since the 1940s, there's nothing worse than a dictatorship in disguise..


Hind Shoufani is a Palestinian film maker, poet and writer and has lived and worked in many big cities in the Middle East as a writer, producer, film director and editor. She is a founder of the Poeticians poets‘ collective in Beirut and Dubai, in which poets, men and women, from all different backgrounds and origins meet regularly to present their work to each other.

Hind al-Husseini (Arabic: April 1916 – 13 September 1994) was a Palestinian woman notable for rescuing 55 orphaned survivors of the Deir Yassin massacre, after they were dropped off in Jerusalem and left to fend for themselves. She later converted her grandfather Salim al-Husayni's mansion into an orphanage, Dar al-Tifl al-Arabi [it], to house them, which became a school providing education to orphans and other children from Palestinian towns and villages.

Hind Hussain Mohammed, more commonly known by her stage name Hind Rostom, was an Egyptian actress and is considered one of the icons in the Egyptian cinema, as she was mainly known for her sensual roles. Her physical appearance earned her the name Marilyn Monroe of the east
Arthur Vaso Apr 12
You must read the poem before this one, to get this one!

Three days later
as the rules clearly state
my resurrection, my fate
my love charged with ******
this I could not take
off to the police station
to set things straight
they are not the brightest
of humanity, you all must know
I stated, my words were simply
metaphor
she is innocent, any child could show
It is I, the guilty one
I jumped of my own volition
sadness and sorrow was my mental condition

The Police let her go
as this wasn't Israel
the resurrection over
she tossed me off the cliff
for real this time.
If you smiled, then I succeeded
Arthur Vaso Apr 11
I just died in her arms tonight
a romantic sad thought
however untrue
her arms tossed me off the cliff
into the rocky briny ocean waters
turned red with the blood of sorrow
the waves of death
washing away the scared face of me
she walked away from this loveless crime
I, in pieces floating aimlessly in the sea
my ghost still holds fond thoughts
of flowers surrounding her
This is Part one, Part two coming soon, love Poetry Noire
Arthur Vaso Apr 9
A fool
lives inside of me
I invited love to a dance
she came, and walked right past me
the scent of her perfume in the breeze
invisible to her eyes
quietly, I walked away
through the forest
holding the rose in my hand
a goat ran up to me
I fed her the rose
she walked along with me
death following not far behind
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